Hello, there. My name's Crimson, and I am a strawberry. I was being grown in a strawberry farm, along with my friends. In the next row, I could see large ripe red strawberries, looking healthy and happy. I could see these big people- called, humans, I've been told- and they were plucking the strawberries off the plants. I wanted to be nice and red too, so I could be picked!
Soon my friends and I turned from green to ruby red. The human was coming to pluck us off anytime soon. My my, I was so excited, I might have fallen off the plant any moment! The man gripped me firmly, gave a tug, and I was finally off my plant. It did hurt quite a bit, though.
We went through a tedious process of getting sorted into boxes, then put into a large truck and sent off to the supermarket. As the truck came to a halt, I was surprised when I saw so many fruits of different shapes, sizes and colours. Blimey!
As I sat there, waiting for someone to come and "buy" me (so I was told by my friend, Orange), a boy and his mother walked by. "Mum, can I have some strawberries?" he said. The mother refused initially but relented when he pleaded. And to my delight, he picked up the box in which I was sitting!
I was then contented in my new cool home, called the 'fridge' – the cheese mumbled. The little boy chose one of my friends and popped in his mouth; I waited for my turn with bated breath! My happiness started fading away, though, since I was left in the fridge for days, in hopes that someone would come and open my box. But no such luck.
My friends and I slowly started dying; we went all brown, shrivelled up and were covered with fungus. We were subsequently thrown into the bin. My last breath got me thinking- Was this the fate of all food out there?
